He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

He turned around and looked in the direction of Xianyang City.

The gray-gold light outside Liangzhou City had dissipated—after the Demon Buddha was crushed by his grasp, the battle on Ying Ji's side also came to an abrupt end.

He could sense that Ying Ji's presence was still there, but it was somewhat weak.

It seems that having so much luck taken away has ultimately affected the other party.

Yun Yi shook his head, not paying any attention.

With one step, I returned to the small courtyard I had been in before.

Luozhou City, Yun Mansion Villa.

When Yunyi pushed open the courtyard gate, the locust tree's new leaves had just sprouted tender buds, and the roses covering the wall were in the budding stage.

He left in spring, and he returned in spring.

It was as if the time I was away was just like a locust leaf being blown away by the wind, turning around, and falling back to the same spot.

Shen Qingqing came to visit on the third day after he returned.

She sat alone at the stone table under the locust tree, placed a pale gray crystal on the table, and pushed it in front of him.

After a moment of silence, she spoke:

"Xiao Yanzhi asked me to convey his thanks."

"Helian Rong is one, Liu Xi'er is one, Su Zhong and Qin Yu are one too."

"They didn't dare come themselves, so they sent me to relay the message."

Yun Yi picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly:

"It's alright."

Shen Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he had no hostility.

Then she sat down and started talking as before.

She didn't press Yun Yi about his identity, nor did she mention anything about Level 1 authority.

The two sat under the locust tree and, just like they had shared a piece of sesame seed cake many years ago, drank a pot of tea from boiling hot to completely cold.

Before leaving, Shen Qingqing paused at the door, turned her back to him, and said:

"You know about the team formation, right?"

Yunyi put down his teacup:

"Know."

"That's good."

She pushed open the courtyard gate, and her figure disappeared into the shadow of the rose trellis.

Yunyi only found out about the team formation later.

At their level, the trust between reincarnators has long been eroded by countless betrayals and schemes across worlds—forming a team requires the simultaneous consent of all five members.

Five people means entrusting your back to four companions who might stab you in the back at any moment.

This is almost impossible within the circle of high-level reincarnators.

But the park never explains what conditions are required for forming an alliance.

The agreement of five people can be reached at any time, even within the cycle of reincarnation.

This leaves an opening for later arrivals—if there are enough people left in the end, and they trust each other enough, then they can form groups of five and return together as a team.

That's why there were almost no teams in this cycle; everyone was a lone wolf.

Time flies like water.

At the age of twenty, Yun Yi developed "Divine Skill Body Refinement" to its third edition.

This version is no longer limited to martial arts, but is divided into basic templates for immortality, Buddhism, witchcraft, and poison.

While Qin was making pancakes in the kitchen, she heard her son talking to himself in the study.

Upon closer inspection, there were more than a dozen jade slips spread out on the table, each of them glowing simultaneously.

She didn't understand, but simply placed the baked pancake on the corner of the table, said "Eat it while it's hot," and then quietly closed the door.

Yun Wantong's business has reached every corner of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty.

But what he was most proud of was not the numbers in the ledger, but the letter he received every few months from Los Angeles.

The letter paper was the most ordinary mulberry paper, the handwriting was neat, and it always ended with "Your son Yunyi bows respectfully".

Old Jiang comes every few years, and each time he brings several jars of wine.

The two sat under the locust tree drinking, talking about martial arts, immortality, and the path of Gu poison, and then about all the paths he hadn't yet walked.

Once, Old Jiang got drunk and slammed his wine gourd on the stone table, saying:

"The path you're taking now is one I can no longer understand."

Yunyi said:

"It's alright if you don't understand, your disciple will explain it to you."

That night, he recounted his entire journey from beginning to end.

Old Jiang remained silent for a long time after listening, then took a big gulp of wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and spoke in an unusually serious tone:

"Having a disciple like you makes my life worthwhile."

Yun Yi smiled but didn't say anything.

At the age of thirty, the seventh leaf finally unfolded completely in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The leaf was pale gold, and the light flowing between its veins was no longer scattered sparks, but a complete river of laws.

He poured all the techniques, systems, and understandings of the laws he had collected in this world into this leaf.

The leaves grew from tender buds into complete leaves, and then the tip of an eighth leaf sprouted from the center of the leaf.

The seed of innate enlightenment is no longer a seedling—it has grown into a small tree that reaches waist height.

Five old leaves support three new leaves, and pale golden law patterns flow across the tree trunk. Each pattern represents a law that he has completely mastered.

At the age of 145, Qin passed away peacefully in her sleep.

Yun Wantong didn't cry; he just locked himself in the accounting room and sat facing the table full of account books all night.

At the age of 168, the eighth leaf fully unfolded.

The eighth leaf's power is—"creation".

At the age of 199, the sapling in his sea of ​​consciousness had grown to be as tall as him.

At the age of two hundred, Ying Ji's immortal dynasty finally completed the ultimate integration of the world.

The Great Qin Immortal Dynasty's network of fortune completely covered the entire continent, the entire ocean, every island, and every mountain range.

From that day on, the rules of this world were permanently rewritten—the fragments that survived the collapse of the large world returned to the original large world.

But it is more stable and stronger than before.

As for the next upgrade, that's a matter of countless millennia or tens of thousands of years from now.

But as long as there are no extraterrestrial demons to obstruct it, it's only a matter of time.

On the night the upgrade was completed, Yun Yi stood on the city wall of Luozhou City, gazing at the aurora-like band of fortune flowing endlessly in the sky.

He could sense that the "upper limit" of this world had been opened.

The world can now support a greater number of powerful individuals.

This is a whole new era.

When he was 312 years old, he invited Old Jiang to the Yun Mansion villa.

The locust tree has lived for hundreds of years—its trunk is so thick that two people cannot wrap their arms around it, and its canopy covers the entire yard.

Old Jiang sat under the tree, his wine gourd resting on his knees, gazing at his apprentice who was now as tall as him.

"Master, I'm leaving now."

Yunyi said.

Old Jiang remained silent for a long time, so long that the cicadas in the locust tree went from chirping to stopping, and then from stopping to chirping again.

Then he raised his gourd and took a big gulp, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, his voice a little hoarse:

"When are you leaving?"

"There are still some things to take care of. I'll leave once I've finished them."

"Are you coming back or not?"

"have no idea."

"Maybe I'll go back, maybe I won't."

Old Jiang slammed his wine gourd onto the stone table:

"OK."

"Come and have one last drink with this old man before you leave."

Yun Yi nodded.

A month later, Yunyi went to Xianyang.

Ying Ji sat under the ginkgo tree in the side hall, with two cups of tea in front of him.

The ascension of the Immortal Dynasty has been completed, and his cultivation has even surpassed the peak of his previous life.

Yun Yi sat down opposite him and explained his purpose.

After listening, Ying Ji remained silent for a long time.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree fell one by one, landing in the teacup, on the floor tiles, and in the silence between the two.

Ying Ji raised his head, and the golden ginkgo leaves were reflected in his eyes, which had witnessed the collapse of the world.

He stared at Yun Yi for a long time, as if he were re-examining this person whom he had heard about countless times from Lao Jiang, but had never actually spoken to face-to-face.

"The demons from beyond the heavens will either kill destiny, destroy the world, or gain the world's faith."

Ying Ji said, "You didn't do the first two."

"With your abilities, you could have done the first two, and I couldn't have stopped you, but you just didn't do them—for that alone, I have to owe you this favor."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip:

"I will not stop you from having faith in the world."

"Take it if you want it."

Ying Ji took out a tiny golden token from his pocket, with a ginkgo tree pattern engraved on its surface.

He placed the token on the table and pushed it in front of Yun Yi.

"This is my token, and also the token of the Great Qin Dynasty."

"With it, the collection of faith will be much faster."

Yun Yi accepted the token.

Golden light flowed from the token to the fingertips.

He stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Ying Ji:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ying Ji waved his hand and said nothing more.

Yun Yi returned to Luozhou City three days later.

Old Jiang waited for him under the locust tree, with two jars of wine in front of him—one already opened, the other untouched.

Yunyi sat down opposite him.

Old Jiang pushed the unopened jar in front of him.

"Finish your drink before you leave."

That night, the master and apprentice drank both jars of wine clean.

Old Jiang got drunk and started snoring as he lay on the stone table.

Yunyi took off his outer robe and draped it over his master's shoulders, then stood by the stone table for a long time.

The moonlight shone on the locust tree leaves, making each leaf look as if it were plated with a layer of silver.

He turned and walked out of the courtyard, pushing open the gate of the Yun residence.

The streets of Luozhou were deserted, with only a few barks coming from afar.

He walked out of the city gate and headed towards the southern slope of the small hill outside Luozhou City—the joint tomb of Yun Wantong and Qin Shi, where the grass was lush and green.

He stopped in front of the grave and whispered something to the tombstone:

"Father, Mother, your child is leaving."

Yun Yi turned around and took a step forward.

With that step, the outline of Luozhou City slowly blurred behind him, and the light of the entire world began to recede behind him.

His techniques and his books have long been known throughout the world.

The reason why it has not yet gained the world's faith is that Destiny alone occupies half of the world's faith.

Only then did he realize that to gain the world's faith, he actually needed to kill Destiny—or, Destiny needed to believe in him as well.

Clearly, the destiny of this world will not believe in itself.

No matter how well you do for the world, you can never shake off the identity of "the demon from beyond the heavens," and the other party will never believe you.

However, the other party also made concessions—the token that embodied the fortune of the entire world was created when the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty was upgraded, and it itself represented the Mandate of Heaven.

Possessing this token is equivalent to gaining faith in destiny.

For Ying Ji, such a token was something he would never give up, even if it meant death.

But for Yun Yi, he had no choice.

—After gaining the world's faith, the conditions for returning were finally met.

As the sounds of the Reincarnation Paradise rang out, Yun Yi's figure disappeared into the dawn outside Luozhou City.

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